All characters in this tale are at least 216 months old.
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Have you ever dreamed of finding the magic lamp holding the genie? Sure you have, everyone has. Well, it happened to me. Let me tell you from the git-go it doesn't work exactly the way they show in the movies or TV. The first thing you have to do is get the lamp. That's the tricky part. I got mine at a yard sale. Some eightyish year old dude down the street was clearing out his attic. He had a box with a two dollar sticker on it filled with comic books. Some of the comics looked interesting, old Batman and Spiderman type things. I rummaged thru my pockets and came up with a dollar and thirty-five cents.
"I got a buck thirty-five," I said. "Can you let it go for that?"
The old geezer moved his hands into the box and shoved things around, seeing if there was any reason he would not reduce the price. His digging uncovered a beat up, tarnished lamp. "Son of a bitch," he muttered just loud enough for me to make it out. He looked at me and said, "You can have the box and everything in it for a dime. Understand this though, all sells are final. No refunds or exchanges."
"Deal!" I said, handing him a dime and shoving the rest back into my pocket.
I grabbed the box, tossed it into the backseat of my Mustang and hurried home before he had time to change his mind. It was only four hundred yards to my house so in three minutes I was going up the stairs and slamming my bedroom door shut behind me.
"Damn it, Richard, cut out the racket," my older sister, Rachel, yelled thru the wall at me.
"Up yours," I shouted back.
"Not even in your wildest dreams," she replied.
If only she knew.
I dumped the box of comics on my bed. The lamp landed at the top of the pile. It was in desperate need of a bottle of brasso. It was so tarnished I had no idea if it was brass or copper or some other metal. It looked like an oil lamp at one time. I didn't think they still made those things so I figured it was old. I dropped the lamp to the floor, slipped off my socks and shoes and stretched out on the bed to start on the real treasure, the load of comics I just acquired.
I had been reading at least an hour before the comic was jerked away. It was a good tale too. Thor was kicking Hulk's ass, but the green guy was getting pissed so I figured that was about to change.
"Are you friggin' deaf?" Rachel asked me. "For about the fifth time, I am going to get lunch. Do you want me to bring you anything back?"
"Yeah, bring me back a double whopper with cheese."
"Keep eating that junk food and you will someday balloon up, despite all that exercise you do." She stood there for a few seconds looking at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Do I look like the Salvation Army? You want food, give me money."
I got up and moved to my dresser. I had three singles and maybe a dollar or two in loose change. I pulled the dollar twenty-five from my pocket and added it to the loot. I swept it all together and dumped it into Rachel's hand.
She pulled out the ones and the quarters and dropped the rest to the floor. "Not only am I not the Salvation Army, I am also not a bank. If there is not enough for the double whooper, you only get the single."
She turned and walked out the door.
I followed her out, not to debate what sandwich to get but to watch her trot down the steps. Her boobs jiggled with each step. Little tremors went thru her blouse sending much larger tremors thru my undies. Damn, she had a great set of tits. I don't know if she realized I watched her go up and down the stairs. If she did she must have known the reason. All guys and many ladies kept an eye on big sis. Often times I would see them licking their lips. If Rachel was in a crowd you did not have to search for her to know where she was. All you had to do is look at the heads of all the people in the area. Just figure out where their gazes intersected and that was where Rachel was.
Reddish blond hair to mid back, pale blue eyes, perfect skin without the slightest of blemishes and light red lips. Her long shapely legs helped her reach her five foot eleven inch height. Yeah, she was a tall fox. Rachel received all the looks in the family. Everyone that looks at my parents and their kids at the same time believes either Rachel was adopted or else Mom had a one night stand with Adonis. Now I am not ugly, just ordinary. When an ordinary person like me stands next to a babe like Rachel, I look ugly by default. Rachel gets pissed when people use numbers to rate looks. I do not understand why. She would get a ten on a bad day. On a good day, I might get a six. Maybe six and a half if the judge was generous.
A year ago she was offered three thousand dollars to model pantyhose for a major company. She did the commercial and sales for that particular brand rose seven percent. She went to an agent to sign a contract to be a professional model. That morning she left the house all bubbly and smiles. That afternoon she was back and I could almost see the storm cloud floating over her, flashing out lightning. I was wise enough to keep my distance.
The next day after Rachel had a cooling off period, she told me the agent hinted around if she wanted to make it big, she would have to first make it big with him. That agent may not have realized it, but he just had a near death experience. Big sister has a temper. I learned long ago not to be the one she focused her anger on.
Now let me say my sister is not a prude. She has had a few boyfriends. The last ended two months ago. Let me also say her ex, Jim something or other, is a retard. Why the hell he ever screwed up so much to lose a fox like Rachel will always be a mystery to me. Whatever the reason, she left her room on the campus and moved back home. It's only seven miles to the college so it was not that much of a problem. I never moved out. I start my freshman year in mid-August. Rachel starts her junior.
I stood at the top of the stairs until she was out the door and returned to my room. I had a major decision to make: Did I want to jackoff now, dreaming of Rachel, or should I wait until she was back and I got another look along with the double whopper? I started for my dresser and the jar of Vaseline I had hidden. I was halfway there when my bare toe made contact with the metal lamp. That lamp may have been tarnished, but it was also hard.
"YOW!" I yelped as I lifted my foot up and rubbed my big toe.
In less than a minute the pain was gone. I picked the lamp up and tossed it on the bed to avoid further toe injuries. I returned to my primary mission. The jar of Vaseline was removed from its hiding place, I grabbed the towel that covered it, and returned with both to the bed. The lamp was in the center of the bed, occupying the space I needed. I was in a hurry so instead of putting it on my dresser, I shoved it to the foot of the bed where it was out of the way.
I dropped the underwear and dipped my fingers into the petroleum jelly. I applied a generous gob over my dick. My prick was my best feature. I may have been a six, but my cock was an eight. Eight inches that is. When I was erect, I was as hard as a steel rod. And hot. I must have been born with heat glands in my dick. I have been with three different women in my life. All were happy with my size, but each commented on how hot I was. One said it was almost like having a rock hard heating pad in her cunt. Whatever, they loved it.
Once I was lubricated I began moving my hands up and down my shaft. I started off slow, but every few minutes I picked up speed. After ten minutes I was going just about full blast. My hand was a blur as it moved back and forth. The pressure in me was just starting to build when I was interrupted by a voice.
"What is it with males, always having to play with their dick?"
"HUH? WHAT?" I stammered in shock. At the foot of my bed was a scantily clad woman.
I leaped out of bed, boner already starting to leave me. I looked around for a weapon, thinking I was the victim of a home invasion. My racing heart slowed slightly as I studied my unexpected guest. She did not appear to have any weapon on her and I was much bigger than she was, plus much more muscular from all the workouts at my gym.
I did not concern myself with my now limp dick hanging between my legs but put all my attention on the female. "Get out, now!" I ordered, pointing at my door.
"If that is the way you want to use a wish, so be it. Let me say, out of the millenniums I have done this, that is the wisest request I have ever received."
She reached down and picked the lamp up. It was only then I noticed a thin stream of smoke coming out of the lamp and going to her feet. The vapor covered her to her knees before tapering out.
